Then rapture came to them again, and they smiled in each other's eyes, alone amidst all the silent radiance.
Suddenly, however, Silvere raised his head and, throwing off the cloak, listened attentively.

Miette, in her surprise, imitated him, at a loss to understand why he had started so abruptly from her side.
Confused sounds had for a moment been coming from behind the hills in the midst of which the Nice road wends its way.

They suggested the distant jolting of a procession of carts; but not distinctly, so loud was the roaring of the Viorne.

Gradually, however, they became more pronounced, and rose at last like the tramping of an army on the march.
Then amidst the continuous growing rumble one detected the shouts of a crowd, strange rhythmical blasts as of a hurricane.

One could even have fancied they were the thunderclaps of a rapidly approaching storm which was already disturbing the slumbering atmosphere.